This story was written by one of my students. I hope you like it as much as I do. Love, Ms.Tara
The Mother & The Wolf by Zaraina Potter
On a day that began like any other, in a land of great prosperity and beauty, a young instrumentalist and her husband, a blacksmith, lived on the outskirts in the kingdom of Wunderbar, Blumenland.
The blacksmith parted with his beloved wife at dawn for he was to be at his profession, welding a ceremonial sceptre to bestow to the heir of their Queen’s land who would become the new ruler someday. Once the blacksmith had departed, his wife was left to battle the racket that was being emitted from her dear infant, due to a preterm birth.
The mother had made many attempts to lull the child into tranquility. It was set in a cradle, surrounded by allocated candles, played with until content; the mother had exhausted all of her options. The mother then, abruptly and blatantly, ordered: “My child, I will hand you over to the Wolf if you are not able to seize your nonsense.”
The Wolf heard the good news since he had been eavesdropping outside the window sill ever since the child began wailing, awaiting for the Mother to leave and make the child vulnerable.
She then, in haste, started singing an old song that her grandmother sang to her as a child. The woman began to sing, “Hush little child, why shant you be still. Hush little child, hush little child, I’ll be your warmth to the chill. Hush little child, hush little child, let it be as it may. Hush little child, hush little child, there in the cradle quiet shall you lay,” the woman stopped singing to notice that her child found her voice soothing and had fallen asleep.
The bells of the church rang out through the whole kingdom. Now it was the afternoon – the blacksmith had left the workshop early and was on his way home. He saw his “home-sweet-home” in the distance and saw an uninvited guest stalking his innocent child and the love of his life. The blacksmith became so enraged that he snuck to the barn and unchained his best hunting dog and sheep herder; a dog who lived and breathed for his family and would protect them at any cost necessary, his Black Tibetan Mastiff.
The blacksmith held the collar around the dog’s neck, pointed to the Wolf laying under the window sill, and said to his dog, “Protect your family, tell the Wolf to leave quietly and never return, while my boy is asleep.” A small, cool breeze came and ruffled the Tibetan Mastiff’s long black and brown fur. He picked his head up and there was a glint of fire in his eye as he looked at the Wolf and then to the blacksmith. The blacksmith kneeled down and whispered to the dog, “Go” and he let go of the collar.
There was no hesitation in the dog’s movements. He went straight for the Wolf under the window. The blacksmith was baffled and astonished at how this dog who had been a sheep herder his whole life could have such a strong bond to his family at the middle of his age. There was not even a sound as the Mastiff bounded towards the Wolf and lunged at him.
The Wolf was so befuddled at this occurrence that he had no time to think, so he ran. He ran as a coward who was beaten by a giant muscular dog who had the love of a family as his strength. The Wolf was beaten by his own blindsightedness therefore he could not see the time and effort wasted on such small game. He could not see that love conquers all.
Moral: Love is the greatest strength above all else.
Zaraina Potter is a student Grade 8, age 14.
The Mother & The Wolf by Zaraina Potter
On a day that began like any other, in a land of great prosperity and beauty, a young instrumentalist and her husband, a blacksmith, lived on the outskirts in the kingdom of Wunderbar, Blumenland.
The blacksmith parted with his beloved wife at dawn for he was to be at his profession, welding a ceremonial sceptre to bestow to the heir of their Queen’s land who would become the new ruler someday. Once the blacksmith had departed, his wife was left to battle the racket that was being emitted from her dear infant, due to a preterm birth.
The mother had made many attempts to lull the child into tranquility. It was set in a cradle, surrounded by allocated candles, played with until content; the mother had exhausted all of her options. The mother then, abruptly and blatantly, ordered: “My child, I will hand you over to the Wolf if you are not able to seize your nonsense.”
The Wolf heard the good news since he had been eavesdropping outside the window sill ever since the child began wailing, awaiting for the Mother to leave and make the child vulnerable.
She then, in haste, started singing an old song that her grandmother sang to her as a child. The woman began to sing, “Hush little child, why shant you be still. Hush little child, hush little child, I’ll be your warmth to the chill. Hush little child, hush little child, let it be as it may. Hush little child, hush little child, there in the cradle quiet shall you lay,” the woman stopped singing to notice that her child found her voice soothing and had fallen asleep.
The bells of the church rang out through the whole kingdom. Now it was the afternoon – the blacksmith had left the workshop early and was on his way home. He saw his “home-sweet-home” in the distance and saw an uninvited guest stalking his innocent child and the love of his life. The blacksmith became so enraged that he snuck to the barn and unchained his best hunting dog and sheep herder; a dog who lived and breathed for his family and would protect them at any cost necessary, his Black Tibetan Mastiff.
The blacksmith held the collar around the dog’s neck, pointed to the Wolf laying under the window sill, and said to his dog, “Protect your family, tell the Wolf to leave quietly and never return, while my boy is asleep.” A small, cool breeze came and ruffled the Tibetan Mastiff’s long black and brown fur. He picked his head up and there was a glint of fire in his eye as he looked at the Wolf and then to the blacksmith. The blacksmith kneeled down and whispered to the dog, “Go” and he let go of the collar.
There was no hesitation in the dog’s movements. He went straight for the Wolf under the window. The blacksmith was baffled and astonished at how this dog who had been a sheep herder his whole life could have such a strong bond to his family at the middle of his age. There was not even a sound as the Mastiff bounded towards the Wolf and lunged at him.
Brown and black Tibetan Mastiff
The Wolf was so befuddled at this occurrence that he had no time to think, so he ran. He ran as a coward who was beaten by a giant muscular dog who had the love of a family as his strength. The Wolf was beaten by his own blindsightedness therefore he could not see the time and effort wasted on such small game. He could not see that love conquers all.
Moral: Love is the greatest strength above all else.
Zaraina Potter is a student Grade 8, age 14.
